You still make ugly things beautiful, for each day I know you, I regain a sense of self
No one can replace who you, and I laugh at any fool that would attempt this
One of a kind cannot scratch the surface of your uniqueness
The diseases of life can effect us all, and of this I am no stranger
But is life not more exquisite when you have survived through the putrid?
Can we not find perfect love in someone that once made us livid?
Acceptance of us, you, I, me and them
Being true to yourself is something I have always envied
For at times I feel like a puppet
These strings cut at my wrist
Yet you live life fully, ups and downs
Through the waves of existence you swim freely
Without restriction, without forgiveness
For you are you at all times
When I only seem to be me when in solitude
or When in your presence
Dearest last one on the left
You're actually first line line
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Tick-tock, I can hear it - getting louder as my eyes glaze.
Tick-tock! So deafening, my heart it has replaced.
Solemn, sweet solitude, its silence I cannot bear.
Chivalry, and such kindness, at this alien I stare.
Inhaled the demons, exhaled what's left of me.
Chased these nightmares into proverbial dreams.
These voices I had buried, or so I thought.
I don't deserve the tormenting, when will it stop.
Tick-tock I can hear it, numbing out my mind.
Numbers melting away, along with the time.
The gnawing I cannot feign, or force away.
In cycles, it keeps happening, worsening each day.
These tonics and potions will fix me once more.
I'm slaved into paying the price, drug whore.
The bleeding quickly ends, and I sit still.
Feeling rushes me, fuck you and your pills.